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260204 #1
Contributed by
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Thursday, 26th February 2004 @ 09:08:49 AM in AEST
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you're my queen
stab me lower
no, lower
it doesnt matter if you miss
whats an extra fatal wound
between lovers?
ex-lovers?
oh, is that why
your nails are pressed sharply
against my heart
manipulating it
controlling me
just do it!
twitch those icy smooth fingers
in only the right way
so that i make death by my
own hand....enclosed in yours.
The power to make me scream
- with utter passion,
- with wrinkled, restretched pain,
is yours.
stab me.
if you do it quick,
maybe i can pretend i dont remember
and didnt notice.
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Re: 260204 #1
(User Rating: 1 ) by PRECIOUSBECKY on
Friday, 12th March 2004 @ 02:32:41 PM AEST (User
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